Trill N**%

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon & Don P] Yeahhhh! Aww BME Click! (BME Click!) It's Trillville nigga! (Trillville!) Your boy Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!) Is the CD fuckin' on? Now, I gotta adress some of these fucked niggas (Whats up?!) That have been yippin' and yappin' all that shit (fuck that shit) You know what nigga, we trill niggas, we don't play with hoes (fuck that shit nigga!) We don't play with you either nigga (Ayyyyee!) Fuck that shit nigga (Ayee!) Yeah! (Yeah!) BME CLICK!! [Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth] Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day Think I'mma let you slide? No way Fuck that, fuck that, fuck We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] Well, it's your nigga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know) And I don't give a fuck where you from or where you live You betta get your mind right before I take you left Knock your ass deaf and put your brains upon the Chevy You can get your boys, 'cause they can get it too I'mma fuck your ass up if you fucking with my crew (Foreal!) BME Click, you know what would be the shit? Stomping through your area with a loaded clip Making body split, at karate style And I'mma tell you once again that I'm a wild child A wild child from the slums of the ATL [?] You better bail while you got a chance hoe Cause if I catch you I'mma beat you till your nose blow That's what you get for fucking with a G man 'Cause I'mma always be on top with a Glock in hand [Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth] Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day Think I'mma let you slide? No way Fuck that, fuck that, fuck We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back [Verse 2: Lil Atlanta] I'mma tell you one time, and one time only If you ain't a trill nigga, you ain't my homie So don't let this shit fool you Try to rap and niggas "boo" you Think I'mma let this shit slide, no I rather do you [?] for the 45 Open up your mouth bitch, ain't such a tough guy All I need is 5 mics, rep from the streets and I'm good Just in case the magazines hate, and I'm still hood I been a vet, this ain't something that happens over-night Rooky ass nigga, I'mma call this [?] Copy read, cuz If you don't, nigga I'mma bust back Try to explain, too late, man fuck that You gon' need your hard hat, don't forgett your comback Get shot when you leavin' the home, you can't come back And noway you [?] when I let you pass And try'na run [?] [Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth] Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day Think I'mma let you slide? No way Fuck that, fuck that, fuck We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back [Verse 3: Don P] Don P in this bitch, TrillTime is the clique Trillville is the crew, nigga fuck you Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu And I don't need no niggas around me, that ain't true And I ain't talkin' bout the New No Limit [?] Master P I'm talkin' bout we'll see murders on the CD's Talkin' shit, don't make me make you related to Bruice Lee Whoop yo ass ever year, change your name annually I'm makin' money, I do what I wanna do I'm happy And you can't tell me what to say so fuck it I'm snappin'! And I take that, just let me have it 'Cause all they gon' say "Is that lil nigga Snappy?" And I don't care who your friends are I beat this nigga blind folded with my hands tied Come closer, so you can see my eyes If it wasn't for Lil Jon, you wouldn't even be alive [Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth] Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day Think I'mma let you slide? No way Fuck that, fuck that, fuck We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back